The Man In The Bowler Hat by A. S. J. Tessimond

I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man: The man who sat on your right in the morning train:The man who looked through like a windowpane:The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mountingMorning pipe smoke. I am the man too busy with a living to live,Too hurried and worried to see and smell and touch:The man who is patient too long and obeys too muchAnd wishes too softly and seldom.